Evocative

I could see
So clearly
The words
Formed in your eyes.

Rich with commitment,
Warm with desire,
Glistening,

As if moistened
When formed
By your luster.

Something about
The choice
Of your words
And its phrasing

With

Each

Slow

Blink,

Drew me into
Your dream story.

There was no rush
Conveyed in your eyes,
Just a simmering of need
So clearly
And compellingly,

Whispered
With those words.

Something so simple
And beautiful

As a gaze,

Speaking in hushed breath
And sparking
Deep in me
That familiar longing

To hold you.

So simple,
Yet so elegant,
And sensual,

Taking me to another place,
And
Another time…

And so,

So evocative.

 

 

 

Β© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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